DAY FIFTEEN: It’s Saturday afternoon, you’re not at home.

Allie had spent the afternoon shopping along the downtown shops she loved.  They were a part of her beloved small hometown.  She held shopping bags full of knick knacks, antiques and fresh flowers.  Some were destined for her home, but most she had plans for in her shop.  The bell announced her entrance as the girls looked up from the counter. 

“Allie!”  Michelle exclaimed as she passed through the front door.  “You won’t believe the afternoon we’ve had!”

“What’s going on?”  Allie inquired with a broadening grin.  “Has it been busy?  I’m sorry I left you alone, I didn’t know we’d have such a rush on a…”

“No!  That’s not it, it’s been fine!”  Lindsey chimed in.  “There has been some activity, though.  Come with me!” 

Lindsey and Michelle both headed down the hall to Allie’s office.  There was clearly something Allie was missing.  These two were always a little silly, but this was beyond the norm.  Standing on either side of her office door, the two ladies couldn’t help giggling,  Michelle was the first to speak, “Go on in!”

Allie stood, looking between the two faces that were lit up like Christmas.  With a sigh and a look of wonder, she opened her office door.  Nothing could have prepared her for the sight before her.  The small room was filled with all the normal equipment of the office for the small formal wear shop, but there was more; so much more.  Before Allie’s eyes, she found vase after vase full of beautiful yellow roses.  She couldn’t keep her jaw from falling open at the sight of so many beautiful blooms. 

“Could you just die?”  Michelle said from the doorway.  Allie had no answer.  She walked to  the closest arrangement and lightly palmed one of the flowers. 

“We counted,”  said Lindsey, “there are ONE HUNDRED roses in this room!  We so desperately wanted to read the card but of course we didn’t.”   With that, she handed Allie the small envelope from the florist. 

Allie could see it was still sealed.  She held it before her eyes with wonder.  There was no way she could begin to guess who they were from.  She and Marcus hadn’t spoken in months and there was no one new in her life.  Could Marcus have decided to pursue her again.  She didn’t think her heart could take it.  Finally, she opened the envelope after some hesitation.  It read:

Dearest Allie,

I have 101 reasons to sorry.  You I was so wrong last year.  Please forgive me, my friend forever.

Matthew

As she read the words, she heard the front door open again.  She thought about the flowers, the 100 flowers and had no further moment to think about the reference as Matthew’s form filled her doorway. 

“I said 101.”  Matthew was there, holding a single red rose.  What could this mean?

Writing 101, Day Five: Be Brief

You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.

 

A small rectangle blows before me. The paper is old and worn. Stooping to pick it up I read words old as my grandmother. Words of love dated June 6, 1944, fill the page and my heart. I glance around for the object of the affection and fidelity that may have lost this treasured missive. At first I see no one who fits the part. But there she is, a lady younger than me. Seeing the paper she rushes to me with hands open. Our eyes meet silently she takes it. Hers fill with tears as she tucks it away.

Author’s Note:  I chose to tell this story in 100 words.  The date is a small nod to today’s 70th anniversary of D-Day.

Writing 101, Day Four: The Serial Killer

Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.

Some things you’ll never forget like your first kiss, the smell of your favorite sweater and the sound of your loved one’s laughter. For Allie it was the way her best friend’s voice shook the night he called her in the middle of the night.

“She’s gone,” was all he said.

Allie pulled the phone away to check the time.  It was 3:15am.  Sitting up, she spoke into the phone, “Matthew?  What’s going on?”

He began to sob softly, and Allie’s concern grew.  “Matthew, talk to me.  Who is gone?”  Her mind had just begun to wander when he took a deep breath and spoke.

“Sarah.”  He said between shaky breaths. “She was in an accident tonight.  She didn’t make it.”

Allie felt like she had been punched in the gut.  While Sarah wasn’t an incredibly close friend, Matthew was one of the dearest people of her life.  Hearing he had lost his wife was shocking to say the least.  “What happened?  Are the kids okay?  Are you okay?”  Allie’s words kept coming out faster as her concern for the family grew.

Matthew slowly explained the general facts about the accident.  Sarah had left the house late in the evening to pick up formula for the baby.  The other driver had run through a red light and hit the driver side of her van directly.  The children and Matthew were at home when it happened.  With few words and many pauses for breath the story was told.  After some time, Allie and Matthew fell silent.  She sat there on the edge of her bed wondering what could be done for her dear friend.

“Mattie?”  It was a voice and a nickname she used only in their most intimate moments.  “What can I do for you?”

“Pray,” he said with a slight chuckle.  “But what I really want would be…”

She waited, not wanting to push him.  After a few moments, she prompted, “What is it?  You know I’ll do anything for you.”

“Could you just…” he started, “be here?”

“There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be.  Get some sleep.  I’ll be there before you know it.”

Author’s Note:

In keeping with the true nature of WTTIW, I’ve decided to take some of these prompts and write about the stories and characters that are scattered throughout.  Today’s bit is part 1 of a 3 part series about this tragedy as told from different points of view.